Blood & Snow

I was supposed to scrub floors, not blood. But the night I met him, Moscow’s snow turned red.

He was danger in a tailored coat, a man made of scars and silence. His world was bullets and betrayal— and somehow, I walked right into it.

He told me to clean his mess. I should have run. Instead, I stayed… drawn to the calm in his violence, the way his voice made sin sound holy.

Now I’m caught between duty and desire, between my family’s fragile trust and the man who claims my soul like a debt.

Because somewhere between gunfire and Christmas lights, I...

I was supposed to scrub floors, not blood. But the night I met him, Moscow’s snow turned red.

He was danger in a tailored coat, a man made of scars and silence. His world was bullets and betrayal— and somehow, I walked right into it.

He told me to clean his mess. I should have run. Instead, I stayed… drawn to the calm in his violence, the way his voice made sin sound holy.

Now I’m caught between duty and desire, between my family’s fragile trust and the man who claims my soul like a debt.

Because somewhere between gunfire and Christmas lights, I stopped pretending I wasn’t his. And now, his enemies know the truth— the secret growing inside me.

They think I’ll break. They think I’ll beg. But they don’t understand— he’ll burn Moscow to ashes before he lets me go.

And if he doesn’t find me before midnight… there won’t be a Christmas left to save.-

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